FOUNDLING: MISPLACED CARGO

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 23B ]

An unseasonably heavy mist flowed out of the mountains, burying the alpine valleys in their embrace.

Possibly the spring sun, striking the heavy winters snows on the highest mountains, was the cause. Possibly it was really a reacting to global warming. Possibly it was a result of high elevation air pollution particulate accelerating the spring thaw. And possibly it was just a plain ordinary fog.

Anyway, flights to and from the airport were temporarily grounded. Rail traffic flourished in its absence. A priority flight from South America with a half-unloaded cargo of swiftly deteriorating flowers caused the cargo's owners to transfer the lot to waiting cooler road transports. Exotic flowers were given away to anyone who would take them. A new very special school bus was awaiting delivery to that school. The delivery driver's brother decided to load it up with flowers left on board and finding a wooden crate packed it in the bus last.

The cargo of flowers interested both the students and staff. It had been a long cold winter locked up in that school. Skiing trips, toboggan slides and snowball fights enlivened their weekends, but it still was a dark time.

The flowers were distributed and set in every hall and classroom. The sweet scents enlivening every nook.

Sister A walked up to the wooden packing crate that had been hauled up into the foyer. Sealed with shipping clasps as the best luggage was. It was obviously meant to be reused.

The headmistress summoned four guards and began opening it.

When they had removed the cover, each gasped. Inside a tiny little olive skinned girl, half dead lay imprisoned by wide straps. Sister A's hands flew faster than the mortal eyes of the guards could follow and seconds later strode off with the poor female in her arms. The duty nurse in the infirmary saw Sister A sweep in and gently lay her burden on a hospital bed.

Calling her over they started an IV and began administrating painkillers and attached monitors everywhere. They decided the physician they employed when the nurse's skills were not enough would be sent for. As he had long been compensated for his skills, school visits and silence with the choice of gold or the loan of a comely young female. Actually he had permanently acquired a pair of oriental twins last year. For a man approaching fifty, his vigor was legendary among the young girls he had "borrowed" on occasion. Sister was sure the two were well satisfied by his attentions.

She summoned the teaching staff to the infirmary and tasked them with finding out everything they could about her history.

She herself placed a call to her fellow Sister D in South America. The poor little female child had shown the facial features of a pure blood Mayan Princess and sister knew of the existence of a real one.

By their meeting in the staff lounge, the information they had acquired was quite astounding.

As they were served their meal as usual by nude chained little girls doing their turn at cafeteria duty, each rose to deliver their findings.

The chartered plane was on a regular South American critical time flower delivery run. Both the originating countries and arriving countries customs had according to the manifests passed the plane. The particular packing crate did not appear in either customs declaration. Neither the originator nor the eventual recipient were indicated anywhere on the crate.

But the craftsmanship and the wood itself were South American in origin. All the information, except the crate's occupant was to be reported to the senior customs departments of the appropriate countries. Already Swiss authorities had arrested the entire airports customs staff.

Sister A was about to describe the status of the girl's health, when a little female broke protocol and interrupted the headmistress. "Please excuse my interruption mistress" She begged bending low. But an international call has arrived with your private security level attached"

Sister a hastily rose and rushed to her office The scrambler phone was not very portable.

The staffs had finished their meals and were resting before they ordered desert, by the time Sister A returned smiling. Mistress Vicki had discovered quite a lot about the little female's origin, but believed all concerned were dead in the revolutionary bloodbath. She had once lead such operations, and missed the action.

"Unfortunately it appears revenge for the little females mistreatment has already been taken care off" She informed them as she walked back in.

"That was our Sister D. you are all by now aware of the revolution that just occurred in South America. It appears Sister D was somewhat involved. The dead dictator's security police had, for years taken the newly born babies and little girl children of suspected anti government families and either sold them off as orphans or sent them to a harsh sex slave camp. These poor little females were neither taught to read or write. Nor even made aware of their true age, and not even given names".

"But just as the revolution swept the country, the wives, mothers, grandmothers and sisters of the lost discovered the truth. Hundreds descended on the training sight and roared in an unstoppable wave over the presidential guard and drown their revenge in the blood of every single male left loyal to the dictator. The new government acknowledged their contribution. I think Sister D may have played more of a leading role than we would have liked. But if she is right, the little female recovering in the infirmary is her descendant".

"She will be staying with us and it is our duty to make sure she has a very different life from the one she has been leading"

Sister A ordered a magnum of Champaign brought up from the cellars and minutes later Malibu Barbie, Cindy and Becky Sue themselves wheeled a silver ice bucket and crystal classes into the staff dining lounge. They popped the cork and pouring each staffer a tall glass handed them around.

"You three will be missed, Sister a chided them as they handed her the first glass. Who will I find to replace you as my bootlickers?"

"She is just kidding Barbie, actually she is looking forward to the peace and quiet that will return after you are gone' Sister Monette laughed.

"Just then a loud crash shook the building, dust, screaming little girls and Malibu Barbie's voice rang in their ears.

"It's not my fault, It's not my fault, It's not my fault", rang out from Barbie's mouth until Becky Sure wrapped her protective arms around her two smaller friends rolling the three of them under the huge solid wood dining table.

"Find out what the heck is going on" Sister A shouted.

The answer came swiftly, as they exited the dining room. Ankle deep water was flooding the ground floor of the school. The backup generators had cut in and the emergency lighting was on. Separate generators would keep all the lower levels dry. But it was imperative the structural integrity of the school was checked. Sending the girls up into their roof level dormitory would have to wait until it was OK.

Two sodden security guards rushed over." The contractor working on the cistern enlargement has inadvertently dug into an underground stream. Bulldozers being used elsewhere have begun to build a diverting dam across the sports field".

"The engineer was actually on site at the time and is now going over the water damage, but he does not think the structural integrity of the main building is compromised. But the arboretorium is damaged and the main kitchen awash".

"We will move early to the summer site" Sister A ordered.

"Ensure the integrity of the main school", She ordered Mistress Vicki. And then follow us"

"Order the transportation group into full service. We will move the girl's tomorrow morning"

If they did anything better than anyone, the association could respond to a crisis very quickly. Security rounded up and accounted for every single student. They were all dry and safe in their dorm within the hour.

Planes were chartered, buses ordered at both ends. Food and all the materials necessary to provide for five hundred little girls were already ordered for the summer site. Delivery dates were just moved up. This little adventure would make for interesting chatter among the girls.

The girls went a little hungry that night as cold food already sealed in their dispensing containers was all the muddy water left untainted in the pantries.

Malibu Barbie, Cindy and Becky Sue helped Monette recover her personal cooking gear. Barbie's prized frying pan was retrieved and secure in its backpack. But their main floor room was awash and they pretended to be distressed at having to be put up in Mistress Monette's bedroom for the night. Four in a bed would be a squeeze, but somehow they managed it. Actually it was a good thing they had the airways and preordered food to cover the trip as the four were so tired they slept most of the journey. I leave it to your imagination to wonder why.

In the morning an endless procession of busses were used to transport the girls to the waiting aircraft down at the Geneva airport. Many European airlines were in financial trouble. And two million in cash deposited in bankrupt Swissair's account ensured instant first class service.

A pair of guards ensured security and they being armed with machine pistols was just ignored by airport security at both ends. Everyone was aware the "Cargo" was a high security priority. Good things most were unaware of why. As the girls were very precocious, keeping males away from them was not so much a security concern. Having them gab his ass as he walked by might raise a few eyebrows, never to mention flashing their bear asses at them. Every girl squirmed like as snake on her seat.

Being forced to wear underwear always sent them off into the squirminess. And Sister had warned them over the PDF network, any girl found panty less would face her wrath. And the European union, or was it the suitcase full of American thousand dollar bills, stacks of which were dispensed as required, to smooth over the ruff spots, that traveled with each group that ensured the little girls swift transfer from one country to another.

It was a long hot drive from the nearest airport large enough to handle four engine jets. Coolers full of Pierre water and air-conditioned buses helped. But Sister A insisted the girls walk through the town and up to the fortress, carrying their heavy backpacks full of schoolbooks and spare clothing. With field hockey, baseball or such sports gear over their shoulders.

Every year they had announced their arrival that way. But the first year it had only been just a hundred, gradually it grew to three, but five hundred little girls marching through town was either a parade or an invasion.

The fact that it the school attempted to purchases most supplies and services locally helped. But the local girls were unable to compete with beaches full of nubile young girls who simple oozed sexuality.

Anyway. The busses were halted just outside the town and the girls formed up, in their classes. Walking off, rank on rank, row on row actually covered the road all the way from the castle to the Bus Park. Two guards accompanied each group. Sister A inured to the reality that the size of the school body had finally reached its apogee. Stood on a small rise and watched them off.Five hundred girls, even walking causualiy, the sounds of their softsolled shoues and the swish of their skirts could be heard for throughout the town.

"Looks like either a parade or an invasion" Sister B simply told her. "I know we usually end up bringing only three hundred at the max, but we have the entire student body with us. How will we keep them all busy?"

"The work still needs to be done. We still have the large kitchen and cleaning requirements of the main school and the dungeons here are as efficient as the ones you normally supervised. Classrooms may be crowded, but the teaching materials and staff should be organized by week's end. Sister A serenely informed the nearby school staff. Send work teams to clean up the beach, approaches and the entire fortress. Maybe it is the year to fix this place up too"

Sister Monette, Barbie, Cindy and Becky Sue looked at the dusty kitchen they had to get a meal out off. Opening a stove Becky Sue spooked a rat. Cindy scooped it up and tossed it out a nearby window in one swift move.

The students currently assigned to culinary duty were still either in transit or being allocated sleeping quarters in the great double story halls that formed the outer walls. Boxes of drygoods were still pilled on the loading dock and even the utensils were still in storage.

"So let's do a barbecue in those pits in the main courtyard," Becky Sue said. We can get charcoal locally as I saw bags of it on a truck as we marched in"

Monette told her it was a great idea and walked out to order the charcoal.

"Do you know how hot it will be to cook over that? And what will we use for the barbecue grills?' Cindy inquired.

"There is a pile of iron door sized grills that must have been used to seal up the place in the off season. Becky Sue trumped in. They will work great"

It did work, but it took a lot of work still. Hamburger buns are not easily obtained in Spain, but dinner rolls sufficed. Locally purchased freshly ground beef had to be formed into burgers and the condiments were reduced to lettuce and tomatoes. But wieners, or sausages and buns were universal. Bottled water abounds and they emptied the local food warehouse of potato chips.

The five hundred girls took over two hours to cook for and the culinary staff showed up as the barbecue reached cooking temperature. So the three actually escaped the cooking. They were able to supervise the hamburgers and hotdogs coming off the assembly line they setup. The girls each received two burgers or three hotdogs, a bag of chips and two bottles of water. More if they were still hungry.

The students were very happy with the very different dinner, and Sister A drew applause when she indicated it would be used every Saturday all summer. And inquired if the pits were large enough to include whole pigs or sides of beef.

Mistress Monette was pleased at both the meal reception and Sister A's praise.

But Barbie and Cindy were looking at the cooling charcoal, garbage bags of paper plates, napkins and empty water bottles and knew who was going to organize the culinary staff cleaning up. Becky Sue.

Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it is off to work we go. OK Nobody Start Singing.

Sister As very correct the students remembered that summer very well.

Scraping every inch of paint from every inch of wood in the entire castle was hard labor Painting it was fun. The floors cleaned, sanded and refurbished to their original hardwood beauty took all summer. But sliding over the highly polished floors ever after in stocking feet was something the girls always remembered of their summer home.

Every inner wall's painted plaster was carefully patched and repaired. Scaffolding was erected in every room and the fancy plastered ceilings restored to their former glory. It was discovered some of the girls had latent artistic skills and they found them selves exempt from the hard labor jobs. Lying on their backs, was something they excelled at, repainting or touching up the detail painted ceilings, was a bonus.

A very first class mural was revealed on the ceiling of one inner hall. It's renaissance period creation authenticated to by historians. Experts were hired in the all the crafts employed by the girls. To say they had a very excellent time is an understatement. Sister A decided to reduce laundry all the girls working inside would go nude. At first the experts were greatly distracted, but after a week, they got used to it. Sort off.

The outer walls of the inner works were power washed; the girls assigned had a great time drowning each other and anyone else in range. Being nude helped, but getting staff or a Sister wet was still cause for punishment. But that did not stop them. Only Sister A escaped a dowsing, but the students feared her way too much to even wash when she was around inspecting their progress.

Classes still resumed; Foundling found herself teaching intercourse and failing art. Melissa found herself barely passing oral sex, but teaching European art and assisting in deportment.

Every morning classes were rotated to a day at the beach, including the working units. They lay about the white sand swimming. under the great beach umbrellas or working on a tan. Brave local boys either swam or sailed over. School guards, dressed in beachwear looked on as boys thought they had reached male nirvana. You see, the beach was private, it could not be accessed except from the water or the castle and the girls were all nude.

Trysts between girls not wearing the golden "No tresspassing in this Vagina" lightning bolt crossed penis necklace around their necks were allowed to be chosen by the boldest boys and allowed to entertain them behind a few umbrellas lain on their edges. Actually eleven girls found eventual owners that way the first month.

Young boys, being the first sons of prominent families will eventually be required to marry equally prominent girls.

But as their fathers had always acquired a mistress they had no problem purchasing a girl he picked from the finest mistress training school in the world. The boys were happy with a willing sex partner and would gladly comply with their parent's wishes. The parents happy their son gave them no grief and the chosen girl very well placed and a young virile male was a better lover than an old stogy one.

Field trips abounded as Spain was full of architectural wonders and art. The school had operated here for a long time and the field trips were down pat. But still everyone had a great time. Sister Monette ensured her three assistants had their time on the beach and the field trips.

Becky Sue was a hit, never being left alone every time she went down to the beach. She had to continually explain she was already owned, but one boy insisted he could exceed her owner's price. Becky Sue was flattered and entertained him every time he found her on the beach. There were few girls blessed with as perfect a body as Becky Sue and her two friends, envied her attributes. Barbie and Cindy had rolls on the blanket with boys, but not the constant attention of a group Becky Sue attracted.

"I do not know about you, but sometimes I wish our bodies were a little better developed when their age was halted' The relatively flat chested Cindy told the tanning Malibu Barbie.

"Our vaginas are exactly the same Cindy. Barbie intoned What they feel when their cocks are inside you, that is all that is really important to them"

Cindy dumped her bottle of cold water on her and the two chased each other across the beach, ending up first in the water and next entertaining a boy they attracted with their antics. Cindy decided Barbie was very right as a sixteen year old boy literally drover her to distraction. Or was that drove into her? Cindy's wrists were fastened above her head. The muscular boy lifting her hips up and her thin legs were wrapped around his waste as his hands dug strong fingers into he tight bum.

Cindy glanced over to where Barbie was serving one boy with her mouth while another rammed her from the rear. Eagerness to please attracted its share of studs too. Stakes had been driven deep into the sand in star patterns under the privacy umbrellas and cuffs attached. Most of the girls had no idea what to do with their hands while being used. And the boys delighted in staking them out.

Cindy was worried Barbie and Becky Sue were pining for strict punishment. She was aware Barbie required it to get an orgasmic high, but wondered why Becky, who had to fend off males when her vagina got too sore also badly required it. She would carefully watch to see if Becky Sue showed any sign of rapid repair. Two of his creatures would be a handful to control once they were in the US. That short trip to California over the March break, Barbie had explained away as necessary for her business, but Becky Sue, the third component of their triumvirate had not traveled with them.

Malibu Barbie and the other three enjoyed the field trips, except the one to the Andalusian horse riding stables. She was afraid of horses and those huge stallions struck fear into her. Cindy stayed with her in the main house. She knew her scent would spook the horses as it always had. Becky Sue rode like a Natural equestrian and horses seemed to just love her.

But the Pravada Art collection literally fascinated the three of them. Barbie finally realized the difference between Picaso's early and middle period. A private side trip to the Inquisition chambers far below was interesting, but Becky Sue, an expert on Medieval Torture informed them most of it was bogus. A double capstan horizontal rack was not Spanish and the Iron Maiden German. Both her friends knew her uncle had used Becky Sue's body to research torture techniques. Almost killing her in the process.

And there were the requests for loans from the well-healed occupants of the villas and yachts. Becky Sues American Cheerleader squad was booked up weeks in advance and three of them were optioned for purchase that summer.

Most fascinating was the request from a visiting American destroyer here for a weekend. Becky Sue's cheerleaders entertained the crew at a beach party. Sister A gathered the girls together before and literally read the riot act. This was an out side of their world event. Underwear was a requirement any girl exposing herself as they normally did would spend the rest of the summer as guest of Sister B.

Sister B's classes were always in operation, it was whispered being in the home of Torqumada inspired her. No one wanted to be subject to her trying out his techniques.